I couldn't help but start fantasizing about Tang Song again, how I so, so want to be X by him.
...
At the second-floor railing, wearing sunglasses and a hat, clad in a shirt, Su Yu sat quietly.
Her translucent skin seemed to be glazed with a thin light.
Thick, long hair partially concealed her stunningly beautiful swan neck, her cheeks were plump and exquisite, exuding a celestial quality.
The assistant sitting opposite spoke softly, "Sister Yu, do you need me to bring Ms. Zhao up now?"
Su Yu lifted her head, her gaze piercing through the glass railing to the floor below.
The tall and leggy Zhao Yaqian was browsing around, touching here, looking there, her demeanor naive and cheerfully unrestrained, with a smile on her face.
Su Yu's eyes were slightly lost in thought.
When she first met him, she was about the same age.
Unknowingly, more than 6 years had passed.
First it was Jin Meixiao, then Liu Qingning, and now Zhao Yaqian.